Thin Edge
By Spunky0ne
(A gift story for PrivateCaller as thanks for your constant and loving support. You are a gem and I treasure our friendship. I just hope you know what you've gotten us into this time!)
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When Yuuri and several members of the Russian National Figure Skating Team are abducted and held for ransom, things go awry and the skaters must contend with their unbalanced kidnapper, accomplices and an unforgiving landscape hampering any thoughts of escape…Victor/Yuuri, Otabek/Yurio
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Chapter 1: Bird of Prey
Victor Nikiforov shifted in his sleep and his breaths deepened as he started to come awake. He smiled instantly at finding himself sprawled carelessly on his belly on the hotel bed, his body tangled up in the sheets and his beautiful Japanese lover splayed out over his back. His smile warmed at realizing their bodies were somehow still engaged, and it seemed that, even though sleeping, Yuuri was aroused.
"Yuuri," he moaned softly, using his sexiest voice, "again?"
His still-half-asleep partner mumbled something unintelligible and moved his hips, making his lovely Russian partner raise his bottom as he clenched the sheets and groaned wantonly.
"Y-yuu-ri!"
Slender hands slid around Victor's naked sides and graceful fingers snaked underneath him to find and playfully tease his erect nipples.
"Oh…oh, you don't need to," Victor panted, writhing underneath his slighter partner, "I am al-already r-really…!"
Victor gasped as Yuuri's body impacted his with his.
"Vitya!" Yuuri hissed, biting his ear and sucking on the tender lobe.
The hot breath on his ear and the more intimate use of his name sent a jolt through his trapped nether region and he shifted to cause some friction. Yuuri's hand swatted his pretty, white bottom and Victor yelped and raised it reflexively.
"I won gold," Yuuri giggled, "remember, Vitya? You do what I say. Wait for me."
"Oh god, I d-don't know if I c-can!" Victor panted, his chest heaving and sweat beading on his face, "B-besides, that was barely a win!"
"I scored high enough to beat you," Yuuri teased him, thrusting harder and making Victor groan more desperately.
"I th-think I need a fucking ha-handicap! I'm older than you and you know I have no stamina," Victor moaned, shifting restlessly.
"You still usually beat me," Yuuri snickered, "But you went out drinking the night before, didn't you?"
"It was j-just a few…"
"Well, it looks like that was enough. Maybe next time you won't drink the night before you have to compete with me," Yuuri laughed, biting the back of Victor's long, graceful neck and making him swear in Russian.
"Oh, naughty, naughty, Vitya!" Yuuri giggled, swatting his bottom hard and thrusting faster.
The Russian's head bowed and he bucked his hips upward to meet Yuuri's hard, grinding thrusts.
"You are killing me, Yuuri! Just…please…"
"Be patient, Vitya," Yuuri scolded him, smacking his bottom again.
He reached around his handsome partner's undulating body and wrapped a hand around his riled length, then he stroked it in time with his motions. Victor gasped and quivered in warning, and he barely managed to hold back until he felt Yuuri's body shudder and begin its release. He surrendered with a happy sob, collapsing onto the bed as Yuuri's weight came down on his back. The two laid still, enjoying the heady rush of sated bliss. Victor turned onto his back, spreading his legs wide and welcoming his flushed and happy partner to settle between them. Yuuri laid on his chest, indulging in long, wet finishing kisses that left both young man smiling contentedly.
"I love you, Vitya!" Yuuri sighed.
"Love you too, solnyshko," Victor whispered, closing his eyes, "I never knew I could be so happy, even when I started to get old, and you could beat me."
"What?" Yuuri giggled, "I don't beat you because you're old. I beat you because you drink before competitions and you have no stamina."
"I used to beat you while I was drinking and had no stamina," Victor argued teasingly, "It's just that now, I am older and I can't get away with so much."
"You're not old," Yuuri said, lovingly stroking his lover's thick, silvery hair, "You're really not."
"I am old for a skater," Victor said, matter-of-factly, "But, you know what, Yuuri? I don't feel sad anymore when I think of retiring. When I think or retiring, I know that I'll just go on to become a coach. I'll coach you until you retire, then you and I will open our own skating school, just like we've talked about."
"Yeah," Yuuri agreed, "that makes me feel better about the future too."
Yuuri sighed happily and snuggled closer to Victor, his eye catching on the clock as he moved. He stiffened and made a sound of surprise.
"Victor!" he exclaimed, "Look at the time. It's late. Remember, Yakov said that he had to switch the flight time for our trip home?"
"Oh, damn it, I forgot about that," Victor mused, stretching and sitting up, "We'd better get moving."
"Ugh! I wanted to have a shower before going too."
Victor frowned, looking out the window at the heavily falling snow.
"They might cancel the flight anyway," he commented, "Let's go and grab a quick shower. Our things are already packed."
Yuuri gave him a wary look.
"Okay, but no seducing me while we bathe," he warned his smirking lover, "I'm not missing the plane and ending spending days here, waiting for another flight."
"Why not? It could be fun," Victor snickered, "If the weather is bad, we'll just stay here in the hotel and make love for days on end."
"Stop it!" Yuuri laughed as the two left the bed and headed for the bathroom, "God, no wonder you have no stamina left for skating. Between how much you drink and how much sex we have, it's a wonder either one of us can walk!"
"Are you really complaining about us having too much sex?" Victor laughed, "You looked very happy while we were doing it."
"No," Yuuri started to answer, but then he paused and shook his head, "Well, yes, I am. It's fun and it feels very good, but you're way too tied up in that, so that you forget about anything else!"
Victor gave him a charismatic wink.
"Who wouldn't forget everything else while being tied up by you, solnyshko?"
"I said to stop it!" Yuuri laughed, smacking him on the bare bottom, "We have to hurry or we'll miss the plane!"
"I told you, it'll probably be cancelled anyway."
"Get in the shower, Victor!"
"I'm going. I'm going."
Victor warmed the water and the two stepped in under the hot spray together. And despite the need to hurry, the two bathed each other with unhurried and affectionate hands. They worked with more urgency, once their shower together ended, and hurried down to the lobby.
"Hey, there's Chris," Victor noticed as they headed to the counter.
"And there's Otabek and Yurio too," Yuuri added.
The two checked out, then moved to where their friends were waiting.
"What's going on?" Victor asked, "Are we stranded? Did Yakov already leave?"
"He was able to get an earlier flight out," Yurio explained, "but a bunch of us just had our flights cancelled before we even got to the airport."
"Should we just check back in and stay over?" Yuuri inquired.
"No, I have to get back to Saint Petersburg," Victor sighed, running a hand over his face, "I have an interview, and Yuuri and I are doing a magazine spread. We need to get home."
"I don't have a magazine spread, but I do have someone waiting very impatiently for me," Chris sighed, "But there's nothing going my way. I should probably go with you to Saint Petersburg. There's a larger airport and more flights from there."
The group of skaters left the hotel together, sharing a ride through the driving snow to the nearby airport. They left the car and fought the heavy wind the few steps to the glass entry doors, then burst inside.
"God, that just stole all my breath away!" panted Victor.
"No fucking stamina," Yurio scoffed.
"Well, stamina or no stamina, I beat you in the competition, didn't I?" Victor teased him, reaching over and inviting his younger friend's ire by ruffling his hair.
"Don't touch me, idiot!" Yurio snapped, "Where is the check in desk?"
"Um, maybe over there, by the other skaters who are flying with us?" Yuuri suggested.
The young men hurriedly joined their teammates at the crowded desk.
"Mila, Georgi," Victor called out over the throng of voices.
"Victor!" Mila called back, "We wondered if you guys were coming."
"We got held up a little, eh…by the weather," Victor chuckled.
"O-oh," Mila giggled, glancing at Yuuri and making him blush, "Okay!"
"Well, the bad news is that our flight was cancelled," Georgi informed them, "And other flights have been cancelled, so they are not able to tell us how long it will be before we can be assigned to another flight."
"At least they're letting planes take off now," Mila sighed, "I guess we'll get a flight home eventually."
"I wouldn't mind the delay, but Yuuri and I both have public relations work."
"I heard about the magazine shoot," Mila said, smirking, "Sexy, sexy!"
"It's a skate magazine, not a porn magazine," Victor chided her playfully, "Although I wouldn't mind if we were asked to…"
"Stop it, okay!" Yuuri complained, "This is bad enough with the weather and everything else. Don't start being rude in public too."
"Sorry," Victor laughed, looking completely unrepentant.
"All right, boys and girls, I think I found us a ride," Chris called out, over the din.
The others in the group paused, looking curiously at the neatly dressed pilot who stood at the Swiss skater's side.
"This is Khipa Vasin," Chris went on, "He says he has a relationship with the airline and often helps out. I checked with the desk, and they said he's got a perfect flying record and he regularly helps out with his charter plane during bad weather."
"A charter plane?" Yuuri said nervously.
"It is large commuter plane, luxury class," Khipa said in thickly accented English.
"I figure we can share the cost of the flight and it'll be less than we would have paid to wait around for hours and get on a crowded flight sometime in a few days," Chris reasoned.
"It sounds good to me," Victor said approvingly, "Bigger seats, less noise."
"And we have full meal service on the way," Khipa said, giving them a warm smile, "So, if you like, I fly you back to Saint Petersburg?"
Victor and Georgi engaged the man in a short discussion about price, then they looked back at the group and nodded.
"Ah, good, if you will come this way," Khipa said, gesturing towards the check in desk.
He spoke to one of the women arranging flights for a few minutes, then she handed him several slips of paper and he nodded to the group.
"You have been transferred to my plane. We may leave immediately."
"Good," Victor sighed, "I wasn't looking forward to spending the night here, waiting for a flight home."
They left the busy check in area and followed their pilot to a quieter hallway, passing through a security checkpoint, then heading out to a large, well kept commuter jet.
"This looks great!" Georgi said approvingly as their host led them inside, where flight attendants guided them to their seats, "So much roomier."
"I usually fly businessmen and they prefer to be given top level service," Khipa said, nodding to the flight attendants, "If you will take your seats, I am going prepare the plane for takeoff. Anything you need, Tasha and the other attendants will get for you."
"Is it just me or do they have some pretty buff flight attendants on this flight," Chris whispered to Victor.
"Even Tasha looks like she could hold her own in a street fight," Victor agreed, smirking and shaking his head.
"You would think with horny businessmen, they would have prettier service ladies," Georgi chuckled.
"Behave yourself," Victor chided him, "Be a gentleman. After all, this crew is lifting us out of a major jam. You should be grateful."
"I am," Georgi assured him, "I'm just between girlfriends."
The skaters took their seats and fastened seatbelts in preparation. The pilot's deep, pleasant voice came over the intercom, welcoming the passengers.
"The weather pattern is clearing and should not be a problem on the flight to Saint Petersburg. As soon as we are in flight, the attendants will be coming around to serve drinks and take orders for your in flight meals."
"This is great, isn't it?" Victor asked his quieter partner.
Yuuri smiled and nodded.
"Oh, it's really nice. Much better than the regular airline," he commented.
"Mmhmm," Victor agreed, "and the best part is, once we're in the air, we can put up the armrest and cuddle!"
"Oh my god, you're impossible!" Yuuri laughed, "Didn't you get enough cuddling all night?"
"I could never get enough cuddling from you, even if you never let me go," Victor answered, batting his eyelashes and making Yuuri giggle and blush.
"Would you two stop?" Yurio complained, looking over from the seat behind them, "You're going to make me puke!"
"Hey," Otabek said into Yurio's ear, "ignore them. Pay attention to me instead."
Yurio stiffened for a moment, blushing brightly, then he dropped back into his seat and turned his attention to the Kazakhstani skater.
"Well, I guess Yurio won't be bugging us for the rest of the flight," Victor snickered as the plane sped down the runway and lifted into the air.
As soon as the plane reached its cruising altitude, the flight attendants headed down the aisle, serving drinks.
"May I offer you some champagne, sirs?" a male attendant with the name Sharov on his tag.
"I will have some champagne," Victor said, glancing at Yuuri.
"Eh, I had a little too much of that at the banquet last night," Yuuri sighed.
"If you wish, we have ginger ale? Or perhaps, just water? I know the ice skaters are supposed to stay hydrated, da?"
"Right," Yuuri agreed, "I think I'll just have some water, thanks."
The two men waited until the drinks were served, then thanked their host. Victor brought the champagne glass to his lips, following Yuuri's eyes as his lover looked quietly out the window.
"Are you all right, Yuuri?" the Russian skater asked.
"Oh, yes, fine," Yuuri assured him, "I'm just winding down from the excitement of the competition and…everything else."
Victor laughed softly.
"Can we have more of the everything else when we get home?" he asked teasingly.
"Victor!"
Yuuri continued to look out the window as the others on the plane drank and chattered, leaving his drink untouched. But, after several minutes, he noticed that the voices were beginning to drop out. He looked around, frowning as he noticed that a number of their friends had fallen asleep.
"What?" he muttered, turning his attention to Victor, who seemed to have dropped off as well, "Victor?"
He shook his lover gently, but the Russian skater remained asleep. Yuuri's heart quickened and he looked around more urgently. The flight attendant who had served them gave him a stern look and began to move in his direction.
"Sir," Yuuri said in a frightened voice, unbuckling and climbing to his feet, "something is wrong with everyone! I can't…sir?"
His eyes rounded at the malevolent look that the man's eyes had taken on as he reached Yuuri and grabbed him by the front of the shirt.
"What are you doing?" Yuuri cried, "Stop! Victor! Yurio! Somebody!"
"You are too loud," the man snapped, slamming the Japanese skater down onto the floor on his back. Yuuri's head struck the ground and spots danced in front of his eyes as he began to lose consciousness.
Oh god!
What the hell is going on?
Why are they…?
V-victor…?